VICTORY XIX | WE CAN'T RETURN THIS

PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE PRESENTS...

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VICTORY XIX

WE CAN'T RETURN THIS

17 JANUARY 2023

LIVE FROM THE HOUSE OF BLUES: ORLANDO @ DISNEY SPRINGS IN ORLANDO, FLORIDA | 10:00 MDT

ROLEPLAY DEADLINES

SATURDAY, 14 JANUARY 2023 @ 11:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

SUNDAY, 15 JANUARY 2023 @1:59 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SUNDAY, 15 JANUARY 2023 @  6:59 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

SUNDAY, 15 JANUARY 2023 @ 3:59 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SEGMENT DEADLINES

MONDAY, 16 JANUARY 2023 @ 9:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

MONDAY, 16 JANUARY 2023 @ 11:59 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

TUESDAY, 17 JANUARY 2023 @ 4:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

TUESDAY, 17 JANUARY 2023 @ 1:59 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

ROLEPLAY LIMIT

REFER TO CARD SPECIFICS FOR YOUR LIMITS

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MAIN EVENT

SINGLES BOUT
CHAMPIONS  SHOWCASE

ALLEN CHANEY © vs JASON LONG ©

5,000 WORDS MAX

CO-HEADLINER

RETURN MATCH SINGLES BOUT

DAMIAN AYLA vs CASANOVA ENGLISH

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FIVE

RETURN BOUT STANDARD MATCH

BLAZE DARLING vs TARA AYLA

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FOUR

RETURN BOUT SINGLES MATCH

NATHANIEL DIXON vs CHELSEA SKYE

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH THREE

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

ISAAK OTTO vs DONATELLA MARTINELLI vs KIM JAEWOO

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH TWO

STANDARD MATCH

MALADI vs ALEXANDER HATE

3,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH ONE

OPENING MATCH

WRAITH vs EL LANDERSON

2,000 WORDS MAX

#MADEOFEXCELLENCE

The House of Blues: Orlando, located right in the heart of Disney Springs is jampacked in the interior as as “Glitch” by Parkway Drive sears across the speakers and the cameras lock onto the crowd and the ring centered within the middle of the view. It's not quite as loud as the arenas are, but it's clear the people have come to watch their favorites battle it out. A few signs, as always, are visible in the crowd.

RETURN IT WE DON’T WANT IT

DADDY AND MOMMY TERROR ARE BACK! WOO!!!

ALLEN CHANEY REIGNS SUPREME!

ISSAK OTTTTTTO BE CHAMPION!

WHERE THE HECK IS OLLIE?

The announcers are seated just off to the side of the ring as they normally have been. Greyson Marks and Lincoln Phelps look just as excited as they usually do as the camera falls onto them. Greyson nods at the camera and Lincoln raises his red solo cup with a wink of his eyes.

GREYSON MARKS: Welcome all to the nineteenth installment of Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE’s VICTORY show, and our first show of 2023! I am, as always, Grayson Marks.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Lincoln Phelps, and let me tell you how proud I am to be working here still. We weren’t so sure there for a little bit, but for certain…we…well, we’re here. And we’re qu–

GREYSON MARKS: MAGNIFICENCE II! We had some surprising twists, some surprising turns. Allen Chaney continues his reign as our Excellence Champion for over one hundred and sixty nine–

LINCOLN PHELPS: Nice.

GREYSON MARKS: –days. But that doesn’t mean Issak Otto didn’t come in with guns blazing and fire in his eyes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: No, but still…if what we’ve been seeing from him this last couple of weeks on social media and his most recent video is his rallying cry to try and beat the best of the best…then perhaps he just wasn’t ready to take on Allen. But let’s be honest– not many are. You can’t coast in this company and expect to be the best. And as good as Issak is, I think that’s really what he ended up doing.

GREYSON MARKS: And if we’re really being honest, all of our VICTORY Champions were strong in their showings. Jason Long dominated Chelsea Skye and retained the Impulse Championship. But with the return of Tara Ayla–

LINCOLN PHELPS: Do you really think Tara is going to be going after the Impulse Championship again? She was the final holder of it before we closed…but with her new little group…

GREYSON MARKS: Tara could be even more unhinged than before. She’s talkative, that’s for sure. We’ll see if that’s what her path leads her down, but ultimately, Jason Long will be looking ahead tonight in our main event when he faces off against PWE’s current Excellence Champion in Allen Chaney.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Before that though, we have Damian Ayla in his return to Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE after his suspension facing a man who has been undefeated since his first match here in Casanova English! Violence begets violent – we’ll see if the result becomes something much more violent than what we’ve seen here previously in PWE!

GREYSON MARKS: Newcomer Blaze Darling – and does she look Darling – faces off against Tara Ayla. She has a LOT to prove here! But we wouldn’t be surprised if Tara swallowed her whole.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Our last return comes in the form of another violent entity, and that is Nathaniel Dixon! He takes on Chelsea Skye for his return to the PWE ring. He is, of course, the one with the most eliminations in our OLLA-RUMBLE of last year. We’re excited to have him back.

GREYSON MARKS: Absolutely. Even though he didn’t succeed in taking down Chaney, we’ll still have Issak Otto here and involved in a triple threat against Kim Jaewoo and Donatella Martinelli, both new competitors at PWE. And in our opening bout, Wraith takes on El Landerson!

LINCOLN PHELPS: All this and more! Here on VICTO–

The House of Blues: Orlando erupts once more with music as “Obey” by Bring Me the Horizon featuring Yungblud growls out of the speakers, issuing the presence of the owner of the company. Rarely does Ophelia Knight make appearances, preferring her roster of have the eyes all on them, but considering the events of the last show of 2022, it probably goes to say that she’s here to make statements about the beginning of 2023…and to answer the questions that everyone has on their minds.

She enters from the side of the stage, with Charlie Jones following her as well. They don’t bother heading for the ring stopping at the top of the ramp and looking from side to side. She waits until the music fades out, and as it does, she waits for the dull roar to calm down as well.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Hello Orlando, and everyone watching at home. I hope everyone was able to be entertained by the events that happened in Denver on the 20th of December! There were certainly some surprises! Absolutely moments of intrigue and skill and of course…moments where the earth shattered because we had some returns to the circuit.

She nods as she lowers her mic for just a second, letting the return of Damian Ayla, Tara Ayla and Nathaniel Dixon be both heralded in with boos and cheers. Mostly boos.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: That being said, I’m fairly certain that everyone is wondering when our inaugural Excellence Champion will be facing off against Allen Chaney for his obvious shot at the Excellence Championship. After all, the previous contest ended up in a no contest, and then Damian was also suspended…but you know Allen and Damian are certain they’re going to be facing each other again. After all, the commentary I’ve heard leads me to believe that, and so do the dirt sheets…and promotional videos that I watched this week. So, I’m here to tell all of you the next steps leading up to ANNIHILATION II in April.

She waits a moment again, placing her hand on her hip.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: He won’t be.

For a moment, it’s almost like a pindrop could be heard in the venue. And then, another boo echoes from the crowd. They’re completely astonished – after all, Damian had absolutely earned his first rematch.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: While we can all appreciate that Damian Ayla is a fearsome competitor, the fact of the matter is that there are others who have earned their shots, and others that also deserve a spot in the limelight. If Damian Ayla wants to contest for the Excellence Championship again, he will have to do the same as any other man or woman in this company: earn the shot. And it will have to be after the one that has been earned, that will be contested for in April at ANNIHILATION II.

She casts a look to Charlie, who doesn’t even try to hide the roll of her eyes. Ophelia says something to her, and then Charlie nods, taking the microphone and raising it upwards.

CHARLIE JONES: In November, Joe Montuori won the Call Your Shot Tournament. While that certainly surprised all of us, the deal of the tournament was that anyone who won it could face off for the championship of their choosing. What wasn’t a surprise was when Joe informed us that he would be cashing in his shot for the Excellence Championship. So at ANNIHILATION II, we will see Allen Chaney, the Excellence Champion, take on Joe Montuori, in a match that we have yet to decide what the stipulation will be. When we know, you’ll know.

She hands the microphone back to Ophelia.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Congratulations Joe. Oh, but I absolutely wanted to inform you all of one more detail. You’ll note the lack of Lewis Chad Pinkston running amok in the backstage area and out here on the stage. I know we all very much enjoy his presence here at PWE, but the board, including myself, Charlie, and the shareholders, all have made the decision that Lewis will not be appearing anywhere on PWE television until he attends mandated therapy sessions.

The crowd’s response immediately rises, both in shock and dismay.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: So Joe, I would suggest that if you want to continue making shit comments about the owners and the general manager of this company because you thought you had some protection from Pinkston, I hope you’ll take into account that he can’t protect you. If you want a paycheck, you’re going to have to start realizing where your bread is buttered, because it’s not Lewis. It’s me. Make sure your CCPE lawyers are aware that you sign my contracts, not me signing theirs. Capiche? Capiche.

Heel turn from the boss? Or is she just annoyed with the way things have been going? We’ll never know, because she just smiles, takes a step back and looks at the crowd with a grin.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Now, without further ado…let’s get the show on the road!

“Obey” plays again as Ophelia waves her hand wide to the crowd, and then disappears with Charlie behind the curtain. The cameras fall on Lincoln and Grayson, both of whom are shaking their heads.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I knew that was coming.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh absolutely. The war stuff on Twitter…man, it’s like there’s no respect for the people who employ Joe Montuori.

LINCOLN PHELPS: But therapy for my boi?!

GREYSON MARKS: Probably warranted.

LINCOLN PHELPS: …but…my boi!

GREYSON MARKS: Yes. Drink to his memory until he’s back, because that’s what you do. When we come back from commercial break…Wraith vs El Landerson coming your way!

INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:

ADRENALINE XIII

LIVE! from Braehead Arena in Glasgow, Scotland.

Sunday, January 15th, 2023.

7:00 P.M. (GMT) — LIVE on BT Sport 1 and FITE Plus.

MAIN EVENT

NATE PIERCE (with CHAOS THEORY) vs JACK HAGGARD (with THE DEAD END EXPRESS)

HEADLINER

PANDORA RIVERS vs RURI KUZUNOHA

UPPER MIDCARD

INFINITE POWER TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT SEMI FINAL ROUND

BRYAN WILLIAMS and OWEN GONZALVES vs TARA FENIX and JENNIE FENIX

LOWER MIDCARD

INFINITE POWER TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT SEMI FINAL ROUND

GENNIFER SWAN and ILLANIA KARN vs LETHE and MR. MOUSE

OPENER

NON-TITLE MATCH

TARAH NOVA vs MYOJIN

The lights throughout the arena go out row, by row, by row, until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness. The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring — in unison, the crowd let out a heavy gasp. He tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the crowd, while waiting for the match to begin.

NINA LAWRENCE: Introducing first…from Anchorage, Alaska, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds and standing six foot one…he is “The Heir”...WRAITH!

When Booyka 619 hit's he walks out on stage and kneels down on one knee and prays. He gets up and points to the Fans in Pyro fireworks burst open and switch to the other side of the stage in does the same thing in after he was done he slowly walks down the ramp in slaps some little kids high fives and he stops and stares at the kid in hands him his Luchdor Mask to him and heads straight towards the ring and hops on the turnbuckle and pose both fingers in mid air and walks to the other side turnbuckle in does the same thing mid finger in the air in he gets down.

NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent…EL LANDERSON!

DING DING DING!

Looking to gain back the momentum lost at Magnificence II, Wraith is dominant in the opening moments, immediately taking the fight to the Bit Luchador with some stiff chops before catching him with an Anaconda Choke! Landerson tries to break free but elbowing his way out only ends up with him caught with a legsweep into a crossface choke on the canvas! It looks like he might tap out, but Wraith relents and in shifting position, allows Landerson to escape. Back up, the Bit Luchador goes for a dropkick to the knee, but Wraith catches him and dumps him back down. Standing moonsault into a triangle choke! Rope break! The crowd's getting into it now!

GREYSON MARKS: Wraith has been absolutely vicious in his last couple matches. Tonight's no different and I almost feel bad for El Landerson right now.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Almost.

Back up, El Landerson goes for another dropkick – leg trap suplex reversal from Wraith! Knee drop to the guts a half dozen times before Wraith scoops Landerson back up. He wobbles like he's punch drunk, and Wraith unloads some shoot kicks, backing Landerson into the ropes. Back elbow! Landerson goes for an instep stomp – reversal into a knee lift that drives him hard into the corner. Wraith backs off, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck while he watches the slumped Landerson. He comes in with the ODE TO APHRODITE (Flying bicycle knee) and almost decapitates Landerson. He crumbles and Wraith pulls him from the corner, dropping a springboard knee across the neck before hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

NINA LAWRENCE: Your winner…WRAITH!

LINCOLN PHELPS: And that’s what we call a dominate match, man! Good job, Wraith!

Down the hall, a cloaked figure strides. A disheveled bunny mask is affixed to their face leaving their identity unknown. They have a sway to their body, quietly gliding around corners until arriving at a door. They gently knock, taking a small step backward to wait.

“Well… I wonder who that could be?”

Beyond the closed door, there was a voice with a distinguished British accent. There’s no mistake; the nameplate reads NATHANIEL DIXON. Footsteps approach and the door handle begins to move. When the door opens, the Intellectual Evolution stands in the doorway, dressed to the nines as he always is outside of the ring. Immediately, he raises an eyebrow at this masked figure.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “You’re a bit early for the Lunar New Year.”

He recognizes 2023 as the Year of the Rabbit. There is a faint chuckle heard from beyond the mask as the figure extends out a blood-red envelope. One hand gently rests on the figure’s hip as the letter is accepted. Nathaniel eyes it for a moment.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “Curiouser and curiouser.”

When he takes the letter the lights begin to flicker. They continue to do so until it goes completely pitch black. There is nothing from Nathaniel, not even an inch of movement. Only silence -- as if he’s experienced this before. When they turn back on, the Bunny is gone, leaving Nathaniel alone with his mystery letter. He glances to the left of the hallway, then to the right. To him, there was nothing else out of the ordinary. He checks every angle of the envelope and takes note of the golden wax seal of a deer skull.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “The Triumph of the Hunter. A fascinating choice.”

A smile of intrigue curls upon his face. He turns on his heel, a complete 180, and closes the door behind him as he re-enters his locker room.

"기분이 째져

Ayy, who's the best dresser"

"NEW THING" by ZICO hits to a mixed reaction, mostly boos. When the song gets to the first chorus, Kim Jaewoo steps out in a big fur coat draped over his custom luxury brand ring gear. He also has a bucket hat on his head that matches his tights. He proceeds down the ramp cockily, unbothered by the comments from those in the first rows antagonizing him. When he reaches the ring steps he takes a moment to soak in the not-so-positive reception as he looks around with a big smile on his face before he walks up and enters the ring. Once in the ring, he takes off his hat and throws it to the crowd before he struts over to a corner and poses on the second rope, stretching his arms out (ala Bobby Roode). He then steps down and takes off his coat and begins to stretch and flex his muscles as he waits for the beginning of the match.

NINA LAWRENCE: Introducing first…from Incheon, Korea, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, and standing six feet two inches…he is “The Grand Prince…KIM JAEWOO!

As Lights Go Out as lyrics "Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, with stars to fill my dream." Out Walks Donatella Martinelli with her right fist straight up in the air as Spot light shin down on Donatella Martinelli as walks down slow motion. Half Way Down She Slow Spins around as she walk down to the Ring Area as she walks up Ring Steps enters in under the middle rope as she rolls her eyes cover her yawn as if she is uninterested.

NINA LAWRENCE: Next, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is the Femme Fatale…DONATELLA MARTINELLI!!!

"GO...GO...NOTHING CAN STOP ME, I'M ALL THE WAY UP!"

The beginning horns of "All the Way Up" by Fat Joe ring through the speakers in the arena, and the audience already know what's coming even before the lyrics stop. Right after the first line, the bass kicks in and the crowd erupts! They get even louder as the "Class Act" Issak Otto walks out from behind the black curtain with a huge smile on his face, bobbing along to his theme song, of which he's always liked. He stops at the top of the ramp and gives a strong 'hero' pose, taking in the cheers from the PWE fans. Issak continues down the ramp with pep in his step, sliding in under the bottom rope of the ring. He gets to his feet quickly, rushing over to one side of the ring and leaning into the ropes, a hand in the air and hyping up the crowd even moreso. He does the same to the other side before turning into his corner.

NINA LAWRENCE: And their opponent…from Glasgow, Scotland…weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, and standing at six feet tall, he is “The Class Act”…ISSAK OTTO!

DING DING DING!

The first person in is Issak nearing decapitating Donatella right out of the gate with a lariat! She drops and has to roll out of the ring to recuperate. It leaves Jaewoo taking the brunt of an instant suplex from Issak. One is not enough because there is another! Followed by yet another one!

LINCOLN PHELPS: What the fuck is that in the ring? That sure isn’t Isaak Good Smile Otto.

GREYSON MARKS: He does seem a bit out of sorts tonight.

LINCOLN PHELPS: That isn’t out of sorts! That’s is pissed as fuck!

Issak goes for a pin but it is instantly broken up by Donatella! She blasts Issak with left and rights that rock him. Giving Kim enough time to climb back to his feet. The two look to one another before attacking Isaak together. Donatella goes for a shin kick to send Otto hunching down while Jaewoo slings himself off the ropes to give Isaak a lariat in return! This team up is short lived because once Isaak is down, Donatella whips Kim straight into the ref knocking them down!

She waits for Otto to climb to his feet before jabbing her thumb right in his eye! He is hit with her Subscribed sending him down once again. Meanwhile, Kim is pulling himself up. Donatella goes for a pin and screams at the referee to begin his count!

ONE–

Issak shoves her off and springs up. He wrenches her by the hair into his JML Driver, International Incident! Instead of pinning her, he leaves her down on the mat. In comes Kim on the wrong end of another lariat by Issak. He stares down at the two before looking out towards the cheering crowd!

LINCOLN PHELPS: What is he waiting for?

GREYSON MARKS: I’m not sure. That’s a little odd.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I’m starting to think someone shit in his cereal this morning or something. Not the Isaak Otto we’ve seen. Gotta say, I’m liking this so far.

GREYSON MARKS: Anyone would be a little frustrated losing their championship match.

Otto stands in the center of the ring between the two fallen opponents. He shakes his head waiting for one of them to rouse enough. A strange echoing giggle catching his attention to which he rotates quickly to the entrance. Standing there is a Wolf masked woman. She shakes her head back and forth pointing out at the ring. This confuses him but he scoops up Kim suplexing him before he has a chance to properly recover.

Dazed, Donatella stands back up screaming that Issak isn’t someone to be afraid of. She calls him a loser much to the displeasure of the crowd. He shakes his head, looking back up at the ramp at the Wolf that gives him a thumbs down.

He is still confused but quickly grabs Martinelli in his Class Action! She is still screaming like a banshee trying to free herself, but the more she struggles, the more he wrenches it! It doesn’t take too long until she is tapping furiously!

He doesn’t let go until the referee announces him the winner! Otto releases Donatella who curls up in pain.

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner… ISSAK OTTO!

GREYSON MARKS: Wow. What is going on here?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Mommy is just checking in on her competition. Obviously.

GREYSON MARKS: I’m not responding to that. It looks like Isaak is going to work harder to get another shot at that title. He is taking no prisoners and just showed us again what a fierce competitor he is.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I wish he’d just start swinging on people more.

HOUSE OF WRESTLING

Presents

January 27th, 2023

LIVE from the MGM Grand Garden Arena

Match One

Tag Team

The Red Plague (Holden Ross & Archer) vs Diaz & Diana

Match Two

Brother Wells vs Bart Ramsey

Match Three

Noa Skye w/ Silas Romero vs Chika Aramura

Match Four

Tag Team

Bianca Page & Darcy Graves w/ Veronica Taylor vs Kelly Taylor & Frankie Fontaine

Match Five

Olly vs FAITHE

Match Six

Special Commentator: McKena Hardy

Myra Rivers vs Siren

Match Seven

Zion Wrestling Viral Championship

Morgana Summers(c) vs Gregory St. John

Eight

House of Wrestling Violent Championship

Violent Rules

Madison Lewis(c) vs Evan Carmine

Headliner

Tag Team

Jessi Ozborne & Faizah Marshall vs Alex Andrews & Tomoko Ota

MAIN EVENT

House of Wrestling Pure Championship

Guest Commentators: Jewel Chayse & CJ Bradley

Pure Rules

Gloria Ramirez(c) vs Jenna Sharpe

As the show returns to the ringside area, the camera is panning around the crowd and focusing in on a few of the more creative signs. Before long, the view fades back in to Grayson Marks and Lincoln Phelps at the commentator’s table. Grayson looks to the camera in a professional manner, while Lincoln couldn’t be more disinterested as he slouches back in his chair scrolling through his phone.

GRAYSON MARKS: Welcome back to the show, everyone. We are coming to you live from our home base at the House of Blues in Orlando after what can only be described as an intense, explosive pay per view event in Magnificence II.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I don’t know about explosive, but it was definitely…fire.

He snickers slightly as Grayson rolls his eyes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Get it? Fire? Cause of the Inferno match?

GRAYSON MARKS: You mean the match in which Lachlan Kane was literally set on fire right in front of us and therefore failed to capture back the Victory championship from the claws of that evil, conniving woman ironically named Angel?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey, the guy knew the stakes going into that match. Don’t play with fire if you're afraid of getting burned.

But before the two commentators can bicker further, the lights go out and “Demon” by Savage Hands begins to play over the speakers, causing the crowd to come absolutely unglued as Lachlan Kane appears at the top of the ramp. As he is not booked to compete on the show, he is dressed casually in his street clothes and his right hand is visibly wrapped in white gauze, a remnant of the hell he put himself through at Magnificence. He looks out at the crowd cheering and chanting for him, but instead of the usual boyish grin on his face, he seems to look tired and withdrawn. He begins to make his way down the ramp and to the ring, moving a bit slower than he usually does.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Well, speak of the devil…

GRAYSON MARKS: Lachlan is not scheduled to compete tonight, but he did request this time to speak. By the look of that bandage on his hand, it seems he suffered more damage than we initially thought from that match.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Fire’s an unpredictable thing, Marks.

Lachlan has made his way into the ring at this point, the crowd still loudly cheering for the Irishman. He looks out around at them once again, a somewhat sad smile appearing briefly on his face. Nina Lawrence approaches the side of the ring holding a microphone out to him, which he accepts with a nod of his head as his music fades away and the house lights come back up. The crowd’s cheers eventually subside and Lachlan paces a few steps in the middle of the ring before raising the microphone up.

LACHLAN KANE: I know that I asked for this time to come out here and speak to all of you tonight, but the truth is…I can’t really find the words. The simple fact is, I failed.

Immediately, the crowd starts chanting ‘NO YOU DIDN’T’, but Lachlan shakes his head despondently.

LACHLAN KANE: I did. I said right from the moment that PWE returned from hiatus that I was going to get back my Victory title. I was going to become the first two-time champion in the company’s history. I would do whatever it took to get there, and there would be no lengths I would not go to get that title back. But, just like with so many other opportunities in my life…I fumbled at the finish line.

The crowd boos at this statement, and the camera cuts to a shot of some young fans in the front row who look to be on the verge of tears hearing Lachlan’s statements. The cameras cut back to Lachlan in the ring, where he stands with his shoulders slumped.

LACHLAN KANE: The truth is, I don’t know where I go from here. I had my shot at the title, and I messed it up. I know I always say that no matter what, I’ll always pick myself up and keep going…this time, it just seems pointless.

The crowd is not happy with their beloved Scrapper being so hard on himself, and they break out into a loud chant of ‘WE LOVE LACHLAN’. He stares out around at them with another sad little smile, but before he can speak, the lights cut out again and the sounds of “When Demons Come To Life” stream through the speakers. The crowd’s chant immediately turns to an uproarious chorus of boos as Angel comes strutting out onto the entrance stage, followed closely by her cohort V who bears her Victory title on his shoulder. Both of them smile sadistically down at Lachlan as the music fades away and the lights come back on, and Angel attempts to speak into a microphone. But the crowd’s boos are thunderous at this point, and Angel looks around in arrogant amusement as V puts a finger to his lips to shush the crowd. Finally, they quiet down enough that Angel is finally able to speak.

ANGEL: Awwww, poor wittle Lachy out here crying to all these imbeciles that he just couldn’t get the job done when it counted. Seems like you should have tapped into that darkness again, doesn’t it?

She cackles loudly, throwing her head back as she drapes her arm over V’s shoulder and runs her hand along the gold faceplate of the title.

ANGEL: Not that it would have made any difference. Back when we last tangled, I was merely a shell of the woman I am now. Back then, I was under the heel of a fraud who tried to leave me for dead. But now, I’ve realized my full potential, and I am much, much more than anyone on this roster can handle. And I have one man to thank for that.

She gets a wicked smirk on her face as she glares down at Lachlan.

ANGEL: As a matter of fact, he wanted to be here tonight. Just to see you in person. And you know, it’s funny…it’s someone you know quite well.

Just as she finishes speaking, Lachlan is suddenly attacked from behind by someone in a black hooded sweatshirt. He is knocked to the ground, where the mystery person starts throwing punches wildly against Lachlan’s face. He raises his arms to try and shield himself, and eventually he is able to get his legs up and kick his mystery attacker away and get to his feet. His face is an expression of pure rage as he charges towards the person, who easily sidesteps Lachlan and quickly turns to execute a standing dropkick to Lachlan’s back, sending him into the corner facefirst. Lachlan’s head snaps back painfully, and he drops in a heap to the canvas holding the back of his neck. The hood has dropped away from the mystery attacker, and as Lachlan catches sight of them his eyes widen in shock.

GRAYSON MARKS: Hang on a second, that man looks extremely familiar. If memory serves me correctly, that’s Lachlan’s longtime friend Eddy!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Doesn’t exactly look like a very good friend from where I’m sitting. Unless they have a really fucked-up kind of friendship where they jump each other in random companies or something.

Eddy stares down at Lachlan coldly, his hazel eyes showing no emotion. At this point, Angel and V have made their way down to the ring and take their places next to Eddy, smirking down at Lachlan arrogantly. Lachlan doesn’t take his eyes off of Eddy, however, and the camera gets close enough to hear Lachlan say ‘Why, Eddy?’

But the Welshman doesn’t say a word. He simply gives one final emotionless stare to Lachlan before he turns on his heel and stalks out of the ring with Angel and V following close behind. When the trio get to the top of the ramp, Eddy pauses and glances over his shoulder to see Lachlan pulling himself up to stand with the assistance of the ring ropes. There is still no emotion on his face as he turns his head back forward and stalks through the backstage curtains, while Angel and V stay behind an extra moment to mockingly wave to Lachlan before they too disappear behind the curtain.

GRAYSON MARKS: I’m not entirely sure what we’ve witnessed here tonight. Lachlan came out here pouring his heart out over his loss to Angel at Magnificence, sounding not at all like the indomitable spirit we normally know him as, and that wench just came out here to rub his nose in it. And then, he was viciously attacked by someone who he thought was his friend. There seems to be some kind of connection between Eddy and Angel, but what that is remains to be seen.

"And this is how it feels when I..."

As the lights of the arena fade and acoustic instruments resonate throughout, the flashes of the cameras are the only illumination in the dark. Then a red spotlight shines on the stage and Nathaniel Dixon has made his presence known. He smiles when the lead vocals of Michael Barnes set the mood with “Breathe Into Me (Remix Acústica)” by Red.

“Ignore the words you spoke to me...

And this is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you!”

His fan reception is that of mixed reactions, although some of the fans take special exception to him in deep admiration. Knowing this, he chuckles softly and saunters down the ramp.

“And this is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore

And this is what I choose when it's all left up to me…”

The Intellectual Evolution extends his right hand to a lady in the audience who accepts it and, like a gentleman, he kisses her hand. While she fangirls, he makes his way around the ring, the red spotlight following him with every step. His earth-colored eyes are focused on the ring itself. Nathaniel ascends the steel steps, enters the ring between the ropes, and he gauges the fans. A sadistic smile forms across his face before the spotlight goes out, leaving everyone in the dark.

“Breathe your life into me, I can't feel you

I'm falling... falling faster...

Breathe your life into me, I still need you

I'm falling… falling, breathe into me! Breathe into me!

(BREATHE!)”

The fans stir in anticipation as red pyros shoot from all four corners of the ring. The lights immediately come back on and Nathaniel takes a bow in the center of the ring with a confident smirk.

NINA LAWRENCE: From San Diego, California….weighing in at one-hundred seventy pounds, he is The Intellectual Evolution....NATHANIEL DIXON!!!

“I’ve come to face my mistakes, the fire fades, the will to carry on, subdued by fear!”

The fast guitar riff for “Reborn Through Failure” hits the speakers and once the vocals kick in Chelsea makes her way out onto the entrance ramp ready for battle.

NINA LAWRENCE: Introducing first, from Chicago. Illinois, she is the “Nightmare Angel” Chelsea Skye!”

Following her ring introduction Chelsea makes her way down to the ring slapping hands with the occasional fan along the way, she enters the ring and runs the ropes as she waits for her opponent.

The action kicks off with a classic collar-and-elbow, locking up and immediately breaking apart as Nathaniel tries to overpower Chelsea – she's smart enough to shove Nathaniel away and immediately backs off before any damage can be done. Rolling his shoulders, Dixon circles and darts in, looking for a grapple – elbow strike break and Chelsea dropkicks the knee before sweeping the legs. She's looking for a Boston crab but Dixon upkicks in her face and rolls through.

LINCOLN PHELPS: There's a rude awakening!

Nathaniel rushes Chelsea, pushing her back against the ropes and unloading some knife edge chops. Chelsea responds with a vicious kick into Nathaniel's midsection! She tries to create space with some strikes but a lariat takedown almost rips her head off and then she's caught in a bow-and-arrow hold in the blink of an eye!

GREYSON MARKS: Chelsea needs to work on her submissions if she's going to be a threat against the Intellectual Evolution.

LINCOLN PHELPS: It's like he knows what she's going to do before she does it. Uncanny.

A rope break saves the day and they're back up! Chelsea gets right in Nathaniel's face, locking up again and ending up with Nathaniel Japanese armdragging her back down and right into a straitjacket crossface. Huge pops from the crowd as Chelsea rolls through and breaks the tension, slipping free and she's the first upright. She sweeps in and connects with a spear before dropping some bombs with a Thesz press! Rage of the Heavens (Cross Arm Breaker) is locked in – REVERSAL! NO WAY! Nathaniel Dixon turns that around in and instant and now he's got her caught in the middle of the ring. Crucifix hold and he's dropping elbows. Chelsea kicks the side of his knee over and over until she manages to break out and she dives at him, using her body as a projectile! FIREBALL TO THE FACE AND CHELSEA CRUMPLES TO THE CANVAS, CRAWLING TOWARDS THE CORNER, TEMPORARILY BLINDED.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh God, I can't watch this.

Dixon stomps on Chelsea's shoulders, driving her down before slamming her face into the turnbuckles. He takes his time driving knees into her body, systematically working her over before dragging her back from the corner. He pulls her back to her feet and nails The London Eye! That Front Flip DDT has Chelsea out of sorts and Dixon hauls her back up again, refusing to pin her, despite the fact that she's not fighting back any longer. Nathaniel lashes out with a kick, catching Chelsea in the stomach. She drops but when he leans over to pick her up, she nails a throat thrust that sends him staggering back, getting a huge pop from the crowd! Chelsea dives and nails a drop toehold, managing to grab Nathaniel's leg to catch him in a sharpshooter! Nathaniel strains towards the rope, managing to catch hold of it before Chelsea can pull him back. Nathaniel goes for a reverse neck breaker, but Chelsea manages to reverse into a backslide.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

GREYSON MARKS: This is one of the most impressive return bouts I've seen in ages!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Nathaniel Dixon is a force to be reckoned with, for sure!

Chelesa rolls out of the ring and staggers up to her feet just in time to get hit with a baseball slide! She's sent crashing into the barricade, Nathaniel rolling out to continue the assault. He picks Chelsea up, and delivers a devastating atomic drop on the concrete.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Chelsea's dead! She's gotta be.

Nathaniel helps Chelsea to her feet again and instead of brutalizing her further, actually returns to the ring, rolling her under the bottom rope. The Intellectual monster seems to actually be showing some remorse as he waits for her to rise. The moment Chelsea hits her feet, he snatches her! Sitout jawbreaker! He's going for the Horror & Bliss – NO WAY! Chelsea rolls through into a schoolyard pin!

ONE!

NO!

Nathaniel reverses it.

ONE!

TW-

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Chelsea is first to her feet, and she pumps her fist in the air, getting a pop from the crowd that turns into boos when she turns around right into that Uncharismatic kick! Nathaniel snaps Chelsea's head back with a wicked forearm smash! Evolutionary Imperative! And another! And another! Chelsea's slumped in the corner and Dixon spins her around, taking her over with a double knee backbreaker! HOLY SHIT! HE TRANSITIONS TO THE SVS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND CHELSEA IS STILL TRYING TO GET HER BREATH BACK FROM THAT SICKENING IMPACT! Chelsea is trying her best to fight but he's got it locked in too tight and when the official checks, she's passed out.

GREYSON MARKS: SICKEST. ENDING. EVER!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Welcome back, Nathaniel! We missed you!

The moment that the bell sounds, Tara goes right on a vicious attack on the unsuspecting Blaze, who does her best to cover up as much as possible, while cowering in the corner. After a few moments, Tara grabs ahold of Blaze’s wrist and yanks her out of the corner with an over the head armdrag followed up by a bicycle kick to the back of the head.

GREYSON MARKS: Tara Ayla is coming out of the gate swinging on the poor unsuspecting Blaze Darling.

LINCOLN PHELPS: You ever get the feeling we should offer life insurance on top of medical?

GREYSON MARKS: In this company…yes.

Wanting to keep the torture coming, after Blaze collapsed to the mat, Tara drags her up by the hair, spinning her around and quickly hitting the dragon suplex. Tara floats over and goes for a pin.

ONE

TWO

Tara pulls Blaze’s shoulder up and shakes her head no to a boisterous round of boos from the crowd.

GREYSON MARKS: Tara is like a cat with a mouse right now.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Truer cliches have never been spoken.

Tara with a sick smile on her face, yanks Blaze up onto her feet, wraps up Darling’s arms and delivers her DEVIL’S KISS German suplex and the referee goes for the pin

ONE

TWO

THREE

LINCOLN PHELPS: Well, we’ve had quicker matches here...but that was a damn close one to the record.

NINA LAWRENCE: The winner of this match..by pinfall...TARA AYLA!

Tara was definitely not done with Blaze. She pulls her up by her hair and tosses her out of the ring roughly through the ropes to her masked minions on the outside who are on her like a pack of blood thirsty wolves and drag a practically unconscious Blaze up the ramp as Tara raises her hand in victory.

SUPERSHOW 1: FROZEN FURY

LIVE FROM THE UNITED CENTER IN CHICAGO, IL

JANUARY 23, 2023

**PLEASE NOTE: THIS SHOW IS ON A MONDAY

DUE TO VENUE SCHEDULING CONFLICTS**

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FEATURING: A SPECIAL ONE PERCENT CELEBRATION

HONORING THE NEW UPRISING WORLD CHAMPION,

CHRIS MOSH

MAIN EVENT: SPECIAL CHALLENGE

YORK'S RETIREMENT TOUR

GRIFFIN HAWKINS vs JUSTIN YORK

...

CO-HEADLINER

SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP

KEVIN MEARS (c) vs JACKI O'LANTERN

CO-HEADLINER

EPIC GRUDGE MATCH

KALINDA KRIEGSDOTTIR vs REGAN VOORHEES

...

UNITY CHAMPIONSHIPS

THE HORSEWOMEN (c) vs RASPBERRY LEMONADE

....

"VILARO CHALLENGE" MATCH: FINAL ROUND?

IF SERENITY WINS THIS MATCH, SHE GETS TO FACE VILARO

SERENITY HOLMES vs SUMMER PAGE

KASEY KASH vs GRAHAM CLAUSON

...

SILVER STATE CONTENDER FATAL FOURWAY

ACE SKY vs CRYSTAL CALDWELL vs WALKER HILL vs MELODY SLAYTON

......

MOLLY HATCHET vs JACE PARKER DAVIDSON

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ANDREA HERNANDEZ vs JESSIE SALCO

...

PRISCILLA WINTERS vs LOLA DANE

...

UNITY DIVISION MATCH

THE FAMILY CROWE vs JOBBER JANE D'OH!S

CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE

MATCH ORDER POSTED MAY NOT REFLECT THE ORDER WHEN THE SHOW AIRS

GRAYSON MARKS: Oh here we go, I'm excited for this next match Lincoln, we have Damian Ayla, our dominant first ever world champion, a guy who held that championship for all of season one against Casanova English a newcomer who looks like he has what it takes to go far

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ya know, normally i'd laugh at ya for talkin up a new guy against Damian, but he better not take Casa easy aye...causer the guy is scary....

The audience becomes enveloped in darkness, where only a dim light brightens the space. Cascading hues of purple and midnight blue cycle through with the occasional beat of white to help imagine nighttime atmosphere. The soft, but haunting feminine choir lures the audience in before a deafening roar and a frantic accompaniment of instruments blasts them. From there, the lights hasten their cycles, enveloping the arena in a swift cascade of somber colors. Stepping out of an evolving plume of fog, the Godslaying Beast makes his presence known.

In the center of a spotlight, he looks out towards the audience and the ring. On his shoulders, he wears his signature black, raven feather coat. He brandishes the edges of it to reveal his bare chest. From there, he lifts his hands, bringing the camera behind him. As per custom, Damian Ayla demonstrates his control over his atmosphere, dropping the lights until he’s the focal point. He raises his head and begins his trek down the ramp.

NINA LAWRENCE: Introducing at this time...hailing from Silent Hill, Maine...weighing in at 241 Lbs...HE IS THE GODSLAYING BEAST...HE IS THE ARCHETYPE OF VIOLENCE...DAMIAN AYLA!

“The House of Shame” by Lacuna Coil ushers him through. As he makes it to the center of the ramp, he takes off the coat and hands off to the nearest stagehand. From there, he rolls his shoulders, looks between the flanking fans, and then takes off in a sprint towards the ropes. He leaps onto the ring apron, much to the excitement of the audience. Damian wipes his feet off before turning his back to the ropes. He gives the entire arena a long, studying gaze before dipping backwards onto the ring mat.

As he finishes the step, he commands the ring with each foot placed before the other. He moves close to his corner, scaling it with the same, frenetic energy. He lifts one of his hands, essentially cupping the light from his viewpoint. At the top, he throws his head over his shoulder, staring at the hard camera. He closes his hand in a violent fashion, immediately dropping the lights back to their normal status. Damian then takes the ropes and stretches himself before pacing back and forth in a rhythm.

The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.

"yeah, I

remember her saying:

I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm

already dead..."

The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.

"You're going to get up and scream. I'm

already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."

You're

going to get up and-

Burn an x in your head."

The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders. He scowls at the crowd before Bash Daddy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him - the towering man shirtless, wearing black jeans and a leather mask.

NINA LAWRENCE: Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada…he is “The Unprofessional”...CASANOVA ENGLISSSSH!

English and Bash Daddy look at one another and smirk before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. Bash Daddy walks over to the corner between the guard rails and the ring. English slowly struts up the steps onto the ring apron. He hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle before stepping through the second rope. English smirks pulling the cigarette from his lips, he blows a cloud of smoke straight up into the air and tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember. Bash Daddy glares from the outside at Casanova's opponent.

DING DING DING!

Damian stays stoic at first, standing in the corner looking toward the center of the ring as Casanova eyes him off, his hands on his knees as he moves side to side with a sick smile. Both men circle around each other, English with a small laugh as Damian stays emotionless, a small switch under his right eye as the two get closer and we see the size difference. Damian being a good four inches taller and built more than English. Casanova though just laughs it off and turns before blasting Damian in the face to get us started, Damian grabs Casanova and hammers in a forearm and it's on, both men hitting each other with stiff shots over and over again. Casanova fights hard but Damain overtakes him with a size advantage backing Casanova into the corner, Damian throws his arms over the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and hits a chop that echoes through the arena, think Walter(not gunther) on the indies. Casanova stumbles from the corner and holds his chest as he drops to his knees looking like all the breath got slapped out of him.

Damian circles around him shaking his head, suddenly Casanova breaths start to change and turn into a laugh, Damain grabs him by the hair and goes to pull Casanova up, but Cas reaches up and gives Damian a thumb to the eye, the referee goes to admonish Cas but he is too busy jumping on Damian, he grabs him and hits a snap suplex, he rolls over and pulls Damian up with him into a larger suplex before rolling his hips and getting up again, Casanova then slides around behind Damian and pops the hops dumping Damian on the back of his head with a german suplex. Damian rolls over and ends up on his knees Casanova runs in and hits a shining wizard taking Damian down, Casanova hooks the far leg and pins.

ONE

TWO

Damian kicks out--

GRAYSON MARKS: This is hard hitting, that shot from Damian was brutal but it seemed to wake Casanova up

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah but Casanova has no issue with taking shortcuts...at all...

Casanova pulls Damian up and sets him up for the frederiction facelift, but as he lifts Damian up the former world champion put on the breaks. He then stands up throwing Casanova up and over. Casanova lands on his back and rolls straight over to his knees to get up, Damian steps forward and hits the PHANTASMATIC! The elbow connecting with a sickening sound to send Casanova down. Damian drops to his knees and covers Cas.

ONE

TWO

Casanova English kicks out, Damian stays on the attack, he reaches down and grabs Casanova's hand and grabs his fingers pulling them back and twisting them, Casanova yells in pain and half laughs as Damian suddenly pulls them sideways and makes them pop. Casanova sits up and shakes his hand out as Damian grabs him and picks him up into a snap powerbomb holding him down but then before the referee can count he pulls Casanova up and around into a boston crab. Casanova scrambles to the ropes and grabs the bottom one to break the hold. Damian smirks and looks to be in a groove, but as he steps forward the referee gets between him and Casanova as the "Professional" is holding the bottom rope.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damian wants to end this.

GRAYSON MARKS: Casanova is being smart though, he knows Damian can't finish this if hes holding the rope.

Damian shoves the referee to the side and goes after Casanova, but as the referee's back is turned Cas pops up and kicks Damian right in the nuts. Damian drops to his knees and Casanova hooks him for the Frederiction facelift! He slams Damian down and tolls him over, keeping him hooked.

ONE

TWO

Damian kicks out, Casanova stands up and hooks Damians legs together as he does, Damian being facedown and he locks in the English lesson, he wrenches back, Damian refuses to give up and instead pulls himself all the way across the ring to the ropes, he reaches out and grabs them, the referee calls for the break, but instead English turns and pulls Damian back to the center of the ring, he then locks in the It comes from Canada, turning Damian over and sitting down deep on that to, but Damian reaches back, grabs English by the ankle and trips him up, English falls forward. Both men get to their feet, English kicks Damaian in the stomach and hooks his arms for his version of the Angels wings, but Damian unhooks one of his arms, spins around behind English, hooks his arm and spins him leveling Casanova with his ripcord lariat that he calls the Heaven’s Divide!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING DING DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner...DAMIAN AYLA!

“And this is how it feels when I…”

A familiar sight captures everyone’s attention as the lights of the arena fade and acoustic instruments resonate throughout. As always, the flashes of the cameras are the only illumination in the dark. Then a red spotlight shines on the stage and Nathaniel Dixon has once again made his presence known. Perhaps to the surprise of many, he’s still dressed in his ring attire. The fans react with a mixture of boos and cheers, though the former takes the majority. In his right hand is a live microphone; in his left hand is the blood-red envelope from earlier…

Except the golden wax seal of the deer skull is broken. It’s easy to believe the mysterious letter has been read by the Master Manipulator. He saunters his way down the ramp, ignoring the hands extended to him, and ascends the steel steps. Once he enters the ring, he takes a moment to scan the crowd, morbid curiosity in his earth-colored eyes and a smirk on his lips. He casually waves his left hand and “Breathe Into Me (Remix Acústica)” by Red is dismissed.

GREYSON MARKS: It appears that we’re going to be receiving his thoughts on the earlier encounter.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Masked people… Mysterious letters. Did we drop into a fucking crime film?

GREYSON MARKS: Nope.

Dixon raises the microphone to his lips, but the fans rouse with an increase in volume. In turn, he chuckles softly.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “Would you kindly be quiet?”

There’s a bit of stirring and a little more booing, but soon enough the fans actually settle down. Nathaniel smiles.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “Thank you. Now then… I’m sure you’re wondering what this is.”

He raises the opened envelope and its contents in his left hand.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “Quite simply, it’s an invitation to begin a game. The sender is someone you’re all familiar with. I’m sure the name Tara Ayla rings a bell.”

There’s a mixture of reactions from the crowd. An influx of boos and cheers. The Intellectual Evolution smiles knowingly.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “Well, I find it is polite to confirm my RSVP with the one who sent me the invite. It’s more personal this way. Mrs. Ayla, if you wouldn’t mind…?”

The arena is buzzing with excitement, knowing that whatever happens will be theatrical and entertaining! The Ayla’s have become synonymous with their entrances. There is nothing but silence, murmurs from the crowd until the scraping of metal. Rhythmic clapping begins as does “Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm of The War Drums’’. The lights flicker before cutting off completely. Darkness does not silence the mixture of excitement from the audience. Red lights give the arena an eerie glow revealing 5 masked people surrounding the ring. All hidden by black cloaks and distinct masks. Tara Ayla is easily recognizable due to her signature deer skull. Unlike the others she is in a red cloak.

Her music fades out as she climbs into the ring leaving her followers outside. The Bunny offers Nathaniel a wave with her fingers. Tara removes the mask, letting the cloak flutter to the ring. She offers a smile to Nathaniel awaiting for him to continue. The British gentleman politely bows, a clear sign of respect for the lady. Despite the numbers, he doesn’t seem too concerned. He smiles in return.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “I love a good sport, Mrs. Ayla.”

Tara tips her head. To her right, one of them hops up, offering her a mic. Tara does not break eye contact, retrieving the device. The corners of Nathaniel’s lips curl up and he takes the time to study her “in the silence”. A moment later, he lifts the microphone up.

NATHANIEL DIXON: “It’s a duel.”

She does not speak but nods her head. Instead of using the mic in hand, Tara approaches, extending her hand out. Nathaniel accepts her hand and theirs is a firm, assertive handshake. Their eyes, however, speak volumes of determination. The fans are highly anticipating this game!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Finally! I’ve been needing more eye candy!

GREYSON MARKS: For … Well, it looks like we are going to be able to see just what Mrs. Ayla is up to.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Fuck yes!

The lights switch off and on again. Tara and her group were gone again. Nathaniel is clearly entertained leaving him smirking in the center of the ring. He departs with “Breathe Into Me (Remix Acústica)” by Red riling up the crowd!

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is the MAIN EVENT of the evening....introducing first...

“You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up (oh)

This for my n***as that say I ain't deep enough (oh)

Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough (oh)

Bitch, I'm a king, R.I.P to King Geedorah”

As the opening beat to 'Sanjuro' begins to play over the speakers and echoing throughout the arena as it erupts the crowd, a singular spotlight separates itself from the rest and shines down onto the entrance curtain. With the spotlight shun down onto the stage, the figure of Jason Long steps out from behind the curtain to a loud ovation, with a large smile resting on his face as he stops at the top of the ramp, looking out to the fans in the crowd and nodding his head. Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view.

NINA LAWRENCE: Introducing first/And their opponent… wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at two hundred and four pounds… HE IS THE LAST BREATHING MERCENARY... THIS IS JAAAAAASSSOONNNNNNNNNNN LOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope. Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again and mouths to the crowd to hype them up, letting out a loud "YEAH!" to the crowd as he brings his arms down, slips out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to face his opponents and then backs himself into the corner.

"Aw fuck you can't even sing. Ya gotta sing to get some pussy."

The Richard Pryor quote followed by the piano intro of ‘Shimmy Shimmy Ya’ plays and Allen emerges from the curtain.

‘Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay

Gimme the mic so I can take it away

Off on a natural charge, bon voyage

Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad’

Allen stops and looks around the crowd with a bit of a smirk until suddenly there is a change and attitude. He suddenly leans down to slam his fists on the ramp before popping back up to release what can only be described as a roar.

‘Wu-Tang Killer Bees on a swarm

Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm

For you to even touch my skill

You gotta have the one killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill now

Chop that down, pass it all around

Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground

For any MC in any 52 states

I get psycho killer, Norman Bates

My producer slam, flow is like bam

Jump on stage and then I get down’

Allen makes his way down the ramp and stop every few steps to talk to the fans about how his opponent for the night has no clue what their in for or about how they smell like baked milk or about how he saw them changing in the backstage area and one of their testicles is comically bigger than the other.

‘Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw’

Allen marches up the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle and top ropes, giving the referee a friendly pat on the back before going to his corner and sitting down, on the middle turnbuckle, focused but also kind of vibing to his own entrance theme.

NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent, he stands 6'4 and weighs in at 315 pounds, from Kansas City Missouri, he is the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion......THE COMEDIAN ALLEN CHANEY!

DING DING DING!

GRAYSON MARKS: Here we go, champion vs champion…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Allen Chaney has been an amazing world champion, he has very rarely felt defeat and Jason Long is someone we know is talented who got thrown in the deep end the second he got here, yet he beat Joe Mo ntouri for that Impulse title…

Long and Chaney stare at each other as they circle, Chaney not taking Long for granted with any underestimation and Long keeping his ego in check and not running ahead to attack Allen. Allen towers over Long with his five inch height advnatage and is clearly the bigger man as they come close. Allen laughs and shrugs before saying, very audibly, "fuck it" and reaches out throwing the first punch, Allen and Jason just start throwing right hands at each other and as Allen steps back he throws a wild lariat, Long ducks under it and hits the ropes before jumping and going for a king slayer knee, Allen steps to the side, Jason stops and turns before ducking right away seeing a superkick from Allen coming, Long slides under it and then jumps up doing a handstand against the ropes before flipping back and leaping in the air connecting with a handspring enzuguri much to Allens surprise. The world champion goes down and long pops up to hit feet before running to the ropes and springing off the middle flipping back with a beautiful looking lionsault, hitting Allen center mass before hooking the leg.

ONE

Allen kicks out not even waiting for two. Allen sits up, Long steps back and then steps forward kicking Allen with a huge amount of force right in the back with a stiff soccer kick. Allen arches his back and shakes his head, Long takes off, hitting the ropes and measures Allen up for the "Stop Breathing" Allen though throws his body back and the kick goes sailing over him, Allen then shows his uncanny athleticism and kips up from his back levelling Long with the superkick he had missed before, Long goes down and rolls from the ring to create distance, Allen though runs and throws himself out of the ring with a tope down onto Long as both men crash into a heap at ringside igniting the crowd.

GRAYSON MARKS: Allen Chaney is a madman!

LINCOLN PHELPS: He's a great world champion but he needs to stop with the flippy dippy shit, guys like Jason Long can do that at their size but Allen is...well..

GRAYSON MARKS: A fat fuck?

LINCOLN PHELPS: .....Ya know I used to be the one who said shit like that, now it's you...I'm so proud mate...

Allen gets to his feet and pulls Jason up by his hair, he then runs the Impulse champion headfirst into the steel steps before pulling him up and doing it again and again before rolling him into the ring, Allen slides onto the apron and starts to climb the corner, he stops midway and riles up the crowd again, he turns and calls for his moonsault and leaps off, but Long rolls under it and Allen hits the mat hard. Long pulls himself up and shakes off the steel ring step shots before calling Allen to get up, he measures Allen and runs forward hitting the kingslayer!. Allen goes down and Jason quickly makes his way to the top rope, he stedies himself and leaps off with the corkscrew shooting star press!, he hits it and bounces off Allen before quickly covering.

ONE

TWO

Allen kicks out!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Close two count

GRAYSON MARKS: Jason Long has an incredible athletic ability, but he also hits like a truck with his strikes. Long is what you'd call an all rounder, he can do it all, hit hard, fly, submissions and he has uncanny strength for a guy under six foot...

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man.,..why the hell you gotta height shame?

Long stomps down on Allen a few times and shakes his head, he breathes deep and reaches down grabbing Allen by the arms, he then starts to stomp on Allen over and over again with the kill your masters kicking Allens head in. As he stops he then kicks Allen over before sliding into a mounted position and raining down elbows and forearms to the back of Allens head. Head goes limp and the referee checks on him, Allen closes his fist and shakes his head. Jason stays on him and goes for his curb stomp that he calls the vanity killer, but as he jumps on the back of Allens neck Allen stands up, throws Jason in the air and catches him in a samoan drop! Jason bounces off the mat and Allen covers.

ONE

TWO

Long kicks out. Allen gets up and seems a little uneasy after all the shots from Long, Jason pulls himself up and Allen runs forward taking himself anfd Long out of the ring again with the cactus clothesline. The crash to tings side and Allen shakes his head before running and jumping hitting his running senton on Long on the floor, the thud of Allens body hitting Long echoes through the arena as all the air gets pushed from Longs lungs. Allen gets up and holds his back wincing before reaching down and getting Jason up and rolling him in the ring again, Allen walks to the corner and grabs the ropes wondering if he should go for his triple jump moonsault, he goes to jump but gets paranoid turning to look at Long who is still on the mat holding his stomach after having the air driven out of him. Allen narrows his eyes and points at Jason before yelling. "STAY!"

GRAYSON MARKS: I think Allen needs to commit here and go for his moonsault, hes taking too much time

LINCOLN PHELPS: Last time he crashed and burned Grayson, that has to be playing on his mind.

GRAYSON MARKS: Is the moonsault the best option? I understand it's crowd pleasing but Maybe he should just try and stomp Jasons head in?

LINCOLN PHELPS: I mean...maybe?

Allen swallows hard and jumps for the triple jump, he bounces off and takes to the air and flashes from cell phones go off around the arena, time seems to slow down as Allen flips backwards, Jason long looks up, he slowly rolls from under Allen who is able to see it at the last second and is able to flip his legs around and land on his feet, the crowd ooos impressively as Allen seems shocked he just landed on his feet off a backflip from the top, but it seems to be a mistake as Long pops up and comes flying in with a Kinglsyaer! Allen drops down near the ropes but refuses to go down, Long shakes his head and hits a second Kingslayer. Allen still refuses to go completely down and is on all fours. Long mouths "you tough son of a bitch" before hitting his Vanity killer curb stomp, Allen is down and Long rolls him over for the copver.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING DING DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner! The PWE IMPULSE CHAMPION.....JASSSSON LONNNG

GRAYSON MARKS: OH MY GOD..LONG DID IT

LINCOLN PHELPS: WHAT A WAR! It took two king slayers and a vanity killer to keep Allen down...but his matches against the likes of Issak Otto might have affected Allen aye..

GRAYSON MARKS: Jason Long is a beast and no matter what Joe Montouri says he is for real...

MONEY

POWER

Fireworks start to shoot off on both sides of the stage.

RESPECT

Then all hell breaks loose. Fireworks, pyros, colored spotlights, everything is going off now. Fuck you 4th of July, you got nothing on this. The titantron then goes black, and a few moments later, it flashes……

NEXT PWE EXCELLENCE CHAMPION

The spotlight hits and out walks the man of the hour. All dressed up like a million bucks as always. This time around, he is all alone. There is no LCP tonight. There is no Ophelia. NO CCPE as guests.

GRAYSON MARKS: Great, we have to deal with this guy now after a great hard fought main event?

LINCOLN PHELPS: You talking about the Next World Champion?

GRAYSON MARKS: He lost to Chaney once and my bet is that he will do it again.

LINCOLN PHELPS: J Mont has never lost twice in a row to an opponent and i don't see it starting now.

Joe Montuori slowly walks down to the ring with a clipboard in hand. Everyone knows he's been after Allen Chaney and his PWE Excellence World Title Match that he earned after winning the Call Your Shot Tournament. J Mont stops before the ring and just points at Allen Chaney laughing at him.

GRAYSON MARKS: What is this idiot laughing at now?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Can’t wait to see what J Mont has in store for Chaney!

Just then, from the back walks SOMEONE wearing a Joey Chestnut mask pushing a dolly with a barrel. This unknown person comes down the ramp and stops right next to J Mont.

LINCOLN PHELPS: YES! I knew this was going to be good.

GRAYSON MARKS: This is going to be a big waste of time.

J Mont puts his arm around the Joey Chestnut wanna be.

JOE MONTUORI: Hey Allen, I figured I would make time around my busy schedule to show up tonight and let you know that you are NEXT and to enjoy that World Title for as long as you can because once we step into that ring again, you will be leaving without the GOLD. But for a good gesture, I did not want to ruin your whole night with that bad news. So, I do have some good news for you.

Montuori looks over to the Joey Chestnut wanna be and smiles. He lifts the lid off the barrel and the cameras zoom in to see nothing but raw HOT DOGS and 2 big firing cannons.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Look at what a nice guy J Mont is.

GRAYSON MARKS: This looks like a personal attack on Allen.

And before anyone can say or do anything, the mask of Joey Chestnut slowly comes off and……

LINCOLN PHELPS: BAE!

GRAYSON MARKS: J MONT brought some HELP WITH HIM!

LINCOLN PHELPS: IT'S VHODKA BLACK…….. IT'S VHODKA!

GRAYSON MARKS: Why is she here, and aligned with J Mont?

J Mont and Vhodka look at one another and smile. Followed by a big hug and then it's on now. They both reach into the barrel and each grab a Cannon as the barrel is now left ¾ full with raw hot dogs. You can bet a reload is going to happen once they fire away.

VHODKA BLACK: My mom said never to show up empty handed so I brought the snacks!

Vhodka smiles at JMont who smiles back. Allen looks intrigued more than anything else as he gestures to the large cannons the two hold in their hands.

VHODKA BLACK: Hey, do you guys know “take me out to the ballgame”?

JOE MONTUORI: For its one, two, three HOT DOGS, you’re out at the old ball game!!!!!

J Mont and Vhodka aim the cannons at Allen who is standing there defenseless. The fans are going nuts and we all know they are cheering for Vhodka and not J Mont, but right now, TEAM BESTIE is about to go DOG SHIT CRAZY.

READY

AIM

FIRE

They both at the same time press down on the trigger and raw hot dogs are flying at Allen Chaney. Hitting him in the face and the chest multiple times.

GRAYSON MARKS: This is a disgrace to the PWE. I hope Charlie Jones fires J Mont!

LINCOLN PHELPS: J Mont is best for ratings and maybe this is a sign of the return of Vhodka.

GRAYSON MARKS: This could just be a one off too. We all know J Mont does anything he can for attention. And getting his best friend, who everyone loves to come to his aide, is definitely a card he would use.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Look at Chaney in the ring right now. Hot dogs all over the ring, and Allen in a complete shock.

Vhodka and J Mont reload from the barrel and once again get ready for some more target practice. Allen Chaney looks at Vhodka with some confusion, but she seems to be working with J Mont on this. And the cannons go up again, the triggers are pulled. And once again, Chaney gets hit with more raw hot dogs.

GRAYSON MARKS: Someone needs to get the police down here right now!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Assault with a hot dog? Come on.

GRAYSON MARKS: J Mont has no business in the PWE anymore.

LINCOLN PHELPS: He could be our next Excellence Champion.

And here comes security down the ramp. Not 1. Not 2. Not 3. But there are about 10 of them and they grab the cannons from Vhodka and J Mont. Another one grabs the dolly with the barrel and gets that out of the way. J Mont and Vhodka stand there now looking at Allen in the ring. There are probably like 60 hot dogs all over the ring.

JOE MONTUORI: That’s just a fun warning shot to you Allen. I'm coming for that World Title and will stop at nothing to get it.

VHODKA BLACK: Also, just to be clear to everyone, I read the five love languages thing and I'm like ninety percent sure this falls under both gifts and acts of service so don’t take this the wrong way, ok? Ok. I love you byeeeee.

J Mont puts his arm around Vhodka as they both walk up the entrance, smiling and laughing at what just happened. Before they enter, the back, J Mont turns around and flips off all the fans and Allen Chaney.